The story should begin at the Palace of Justice in Nuremberg and end at the Palais des Nations in Geneva.
The horizon that day was dazzling blood red.
In the glorious hall that day, there was a lot of cheering, quarrels, and knives in the back.
They all know that there are not so many what-ifs, the Palace of Justice is stained with blood, and the Palace of Nations will be destroyed by war.
Loneliness is an eternal memory.
On the green grass of Geneva, the sunshine of Zurich cannot shine.
Elemental personification. But I am not good at chemistry (…) Part of it involves the properties of elements.